Chapter 73 Disaster "At the end of the rainbow stands a little raccoon."...

Italy, Sicily.

The weather was neither too bad nor too good. The night fell on the castle like a velvet curtain. Under the cover of fog, the moonlight wrinkled the night sky.

The atmosphere in the room was quite lively. The tenth generation Vongola master, who had been in office for several years, was already well-versed in most social situations. His tutor could leave him alone and go out for a cigarette.

A tall, black-clad assassin leaned against the balcony railing, the crimson glow of his cigar tangled in the night mist. His instincts as the world's greatest assassin allowed him to clearly discern footsteps approaching him amidst the chaotic dance behind him. He didn't turn around, simply stubbed out his cigarette.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Reborn." Although she was attending a dinner party, the dark green-haired young woman was still dressed in a smart shirt and trousers. She stopped behind him with steady steps, her gentle eyes slightly curved. "You seem to have guessed my purpose?"

"Luche said something similar—you've mentioned it before, Arya." Slender fingertips lowered the brim of his hat, caressing the lizard lying on it. The young killer stated calmly, "I will face an unavoidable disaster, but I will also see a turning point in my fate."

Although he does not advocate fatalism, the predictions of the owner of the Big Sky Pacifier have always been accurate, so he does not rule out taking his advice into consideration.

"'At the end of the rainbow stands a lovely raccoon,' Mother once prophesied." Arya stood beside him, gazing at the moon beneath the clouds. "The little one from the East will use his claws to tangle the yarn of fate. For some mentors with a strong desire for control, this situation can indeed be considered a disaster."

The controlling tutor shrugged without commenting. As the night breeze blew, he politely gestured for the woman, who was not in perfect health, to return indoors. "I prefer to view this as a challenge rather than a disaster...untangling the tangled yarn myself is quite a pleasure."

He was always so graceful and at ease, as if nothing unexpected could cause him to change his expression suddenly - and Reborn's brilliant resume was indeed enough to support his confidence.

Speaking of difficult students, he'd already taken on two. The leader of Gabrielle and the tenth-generation leader of the Vongola family weren't exactly good students during their school days, and both had their own troublesome issues. Under his guidance, they'd become capable leaders.

Arya had originally only given the reminder out of friendship, but seeing that he was the same as always, she said no more and returned to the banquet hall with squinted eyes, greeted by the blond subordinate who had rushed over.

Reborn stood alone on the terrace for a while, letting the slightly moist night breeze brush against his cheeks.

The Sicilian evening breeze always seemed to be mixed with the smell of red wine, tomatoes, gun smoke and blood, and he had become accustomed to it.

It was at this moment that he suddenly became aware that the air in front of him seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

A gray trash can suddenly appeared next to the railing, with its lid leaning against the branches of roses in full bloom wrapped around the gilded railing.

Is it an illusion? No, it's clearly real... but something that doesn't fit in with reality.

The young killer narrowed his eyes slightly, a premonition brewing. He casually closed the balcony curtains, took a step back, and cautiously looked at the trash can.

At the same time, in Tokyo, inside an apartment.

Chaomu, who had just sent Shen'er away, opened the master-disciple interface, decisively selected Reborn, and clicked to apply to become a disciple.

There was actually an application step involved in choosing a mentor. She figured it wouldn't be a problem for a newbie to choose from three options. But it was four or five in the morning, so the mentor wouldn't reply immediately, would they? Wouldn't she have to wait until daylight? That didn't make sense either. There was a time difference between Italy and Japan, so it shouldn't be early now.

Before she could even finish her thought, a bright yellow flame ignited the system-defaulted apprenticeship application form that had just been submitted. Two or three seconds later, she had received her "mentor's" approval, becoming the apprentice of this notorious Mafia assassin.

I'm still checking emails at this point. What a dedicated mentor.

The player who usually stays up late to work hard touches his chin, feeling that he may have a lot in common with his mentor.

After successfully becoming a disciple, the first slot in the Master/Disciple column was filled with the profile of a man in a black hat. Clicking on that, you could see your fellow students. Raccoon's profile picture was third in the student list, the first two being a blond-haired man and a brown-haired youth.

One of them should be the tenth generation leader of the Vongola mentioned by Shiel. It turns out that she has two senior brothers.

Chaomu casually browsed the interface twice and found that he could not click on his senior brother's avatar to see the details. He roughly guessed that it was because they had never met, so more information was not unlocked.

There are two prominent buttons on the mentor page: Summon and Visit. Summon is easy to understand. If she has any bosses she can't defeat in the future, she can probably call the mentor for help. As for Visit, does it mean that clicking it will teleport her to the teacher's side?

...Can I touch the trash can in the teacher’s room?

Chaomu felt his fingers were about to move.

Today she had been thinking about whether she could touch his trash can when she went back with Yun Que, but she was in such a hurry to escape that she only had time to mark it and didn't have time to check the card pool or draw cards... Damn, her hands are itchy, she's craving for a trash can!

Since the instructor was just replying, he must be awake. Players who wanted to draw cards quickly prepared themselves mentally and clicked on the visit without hesitation.

This teleportation was quite different from the previous ones. During the loading process, a long clip of Italian scenery played. Thinking of Reborn in Italy, Chaomu was even more excited: visiting her mentor and marking the map of Italy at the same time would give her a new area to explore!

The damp Sicilian night wind blew the smell of gunpowder in her face. In the blink of an eye, she was inside a gilded trash can inlaid with rose patterns. The little raccoon deftly pried the lid open a tiny crack and peered out. In the dim light, the first thing she saw was a pair of slender legs wrapped in suit trousers.

Such long legs… But Chaomu was a little bit skeptical about the man in the suit today. Although the owner of the legs in front of her should be her teacher, she couldn't help but think of Yun Que—they seemed to be from the same family.

She furtively lifted the lid of the trash can a little higher with her head, and looked down first to see a pair of shiny Italian handmade leather shoes slowly tapping the ground. Then she looked up along the textured trouser legs, her golden pupils sparkling in the gap.

As soon as she saw the thin waist, she noticed the man take a step forward, and the lid of the random trash can was hit by the metal, making a slight clang sound.

Ouch, my head was hit.

The little raccoon twitched its ears, tilted its head back, and met the man's eyes. Unlike the mature man's profile in the master-disciple page, the man standing before her looked somewhere between a teenager and a young adult, his features even looking a little immature.

"Ciao." His voice was quite charming, and the gun in his hand tapped the barrel lid lightly. "What a unique way to visit... Why don't you come out and say hello first, or introduce yourself?"

His face is so young and he doesn't look very old. There should be no generation gap between him and her. His demeanor is that of an Italian gentleman... It's obvious that he is a gentle and kind teacher.

Chaomu once again praised himself for his wise choice in his heart, and honestly stuck his head out: "Good evening, Teacher Reborn."

As she left the trash can, pink smoke filled the air around it. The raccoon's shadow lengthened in the mist, transforming into a tall girl in a gray hoodie.

Behind her, the trash can that suddenly appeared had disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Even experienced assassins rarely saw such a flawless method of "teleportation." Reborn's eyes swept across the empty space behind the girl, then returned to the young woman who had suddenly appeared. "Good evening."

As soon as they met, he quickly assessed the girl's basic condition: although her body did not seem to have very developed muscles, it could still be seen that her physical fitness was quite good. She looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and her basic conditions seemed to be a little better than her two senior brothers of the same age. It was currently known that she had two special abilities, which were the ability to switch between human form and raccoon form, and the ability to teleport.

In addition, she seemed to have certain skills in hiding. When she appeared in the trash can, her presence was extremely low. If Reborn was not very sensitive to the smell, someone else might have missed her existence; but at the same time, her combat awareness or quality was obviously not very good, and she lacked a sense of vigilance. The way she stood in front of him was full of flaws.

Even without the prophecy, as a disciple, the girl in front of him is still a rough diamond.

The sharp-eyed tutor made a judgment with just a few glances, and a slight interest was aroused: "So... my new student is visiting late at night. Does he need any help from me?"

The first thing he did was to ask if I needed help and get straight to the point. What a great teacher!

Chaomu was encouraged and cautiously probed: "It's not that I need any help, it's just that I really want to improve, teacher..."

Reborn, who had taught two losers in a row, raised his eyebrows slightly: If you want to make progress, are you the hard-working student who comes to study late at night?

Before he could even ask what she wanted to learn, the girl who had just emerged from the trash can grabbed his hand and said, "Coach! I want to learn Chaos Shooting, Perfect Disguise Killer's Secret Technique, Absolute Demonic Fist, Insect Conversation, and Calculus—and by the way, after class, I can touch your…"

...a trash can?

Before she finished her words, the curtains on the terrace had already been drawn. The young leader, unable to find his suddenly missing advisor, continued to pull the curtains with one hand, his gaze fixed on the young girl holding his advisor's arm. "Reborn, we should also..."

“…What are you touching?”

-----------------------

The author has something to say: 270: ...Is this something I can listen to?

Little Raccoon: Every action has its consequences! I am your retribution!

Procrastination is getting worse (eyes closed)